What I Learned This Weekend…Part Two

<ul><li>If you are ever in Pittsfield, Ma and eat at Kneebone’s Steakhouse – don’t order the ribs. Gak. Unless, of course, you *like* your BBQ sauce to resemble ketchup. </li><li>Other people’s stashes are WAY bigger than mine. (and I should probably have some linkage there but I’m too lazy ;o) Go <a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=923&amp;entry_id=166" title="http://www.zibibboisgood.com/fys/index.html" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.zibibboisgood.com/fys/index.html’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">her</a><a href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=923&amp;entry_id=166" title="http://www.zibibboisgood.com/fys/index.html" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.zibibboisgood.com/fys/index.html’;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">e</a> to see the whole list)</li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=924&amp;entry_id=166" title="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397535/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnx0dD0xfGZiPXV8cG49MHxrdz0xfHNvdXJjZWlkPW1vemlsbGEtc2VhcmNofHE9TWVtb2lycyBvZiBhIEdlaXNoYXxmdD0xfG14PTIwfGxtPTUwMHxjbz0xfGh0bWw9MXxubT0x;fc=1;ft=20;fm=1" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397535/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnx0dD0xfGZiPXV8cG49MHxrdz0xfHNvdXJjZWlkPW1vemlsbGEtc2VhcmNofHE9TWVtb2lycyBvZiBhIEdlaXNoYXxmdD0xfG14PTIwfGxtPTUwMHxjbz0xfGh0bWw9MXxubT0x;fc=1;ft=20;fm=1′;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">Memoirs of a Geisha is even better the 2nd and 3rd time.</a></li><li><a target="_blank" href="http://jessaluknits.com/exit.php?url_id=925&amp;entry_id=166" title="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094737/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnx0dD0xfGZiPXV8cG49MHxrdz0xfHNvdXJjZWlkPW1vemlsbGEtc2VhcmNofHE9QmlnfGZ0PTF8bXg9MjB8bG09NTAwfGNvPTF8aHRtbD0xfG5tPTE_;fc=1;ft=7;fm=1" onmouseover="window.status=’http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094737/?fr=c2l0ZT1kZnx0dD0xfGZiPXV8cG49MHxrdz0xfHNvdXJjZWlkPW1vemlsbGEtc2VhcmNofHE9QmlnfGZ0PTF8bXg9MjB8bG09NTAwfGNvPTF8aHRtbD0xfG5tPTE_;fc=1;ft=7;fm=1′;return true;" onmouseout="window.status=”;return true;">Watching Tom Hanks wipe beluga caviar off of his tongue with a napkin is just as funny now as it was 18 years ago.</a></li><li>It takes me the better part of two days to go through 120+ blogs.</li><li>Livejournal = PITA (sorry for those that use it, it makes me nuts. I’m just not ‘hip’ enough)</li><li>Sarah is the most popular name on the Flash Your Stash list</li><li>It is impossible to come up with ‘fresh’ comments after the 50th stash flash (sorry guys).</li><li>The more work you put into preparing a meal, the better the chances of the fire pager going off *right* before you sit down to eat. If it is burn season, multiply the chance of it going off by 100%.</li><li>Some sequels ARE funny.</li><li>You need to ‘ease’ into yard work after sitting on your ass knitting for three months.</li></ul><p>All around I had a pretty good weekend (except for those ribs – UCK.) other than almost passing out in my front yard after raking three…or four…flowerbeds. I love the Berkshire and all but jaysus there are alot of freaking leaves on the ground. The good news? All my peonies and most of my roses seem to have made it through – oh and my ‘new’ tree peony is budding!! W00t!</p><p>I had a great time going around to all my fellow ‘flashers’ – you all have some great stashes out there! And some of you? Holy sheepshit have I been outstashed ;o) There are some that have spreadsheets…however, I do not. Well…I don’t have an up to date one. Why? You ask? Because I am frightened. I do not want to know how many skeins I own..or how many yards…or how many pairs of socks I need to knit. I *like* sleeping and if I know this I will not be able to do such things ;o) </p><p><span title="Roger Rabbit – my SO" class="serendipity_glossaryMarkup">RR</span> is now convinced I have some form of OCD – because I had a system to my stasher visitation. I printed out the list. And crossed off the ones where I left a comment – and put a check next to the ones that didn’t have stash up so I can go back….what?!?! It is NOT OCD dammit. It’s organization.</p><p>Anyway, I hope that I have made some new friends because of the flashing (holy comments, Batman – THANK you!!) and hope that some of you guys will be back!</p><p>Yesterday we went to see Ice Age II and…it’s possible that it is funnier than the first one. We have a tradition in our ‘family’. When a kids movie is coming out, we all go see it together. This usually makes for a rather large group (at least 7 – sometimes more if we actually <strike>bring</strike> count the kids and if other friends that aren’t in the ‘inner circle’ come with) and we all collectively have the mentality of a seven year old. All of us giggled like crazy through a good portion of this movie. What I wasn’t crazy about was the scary underwater animals that can really mess with a kid if you don’t talk them through the scenes. However, the actual seven year old that came with us didn’t seem too fazed by it. Of course, his <strike>deadbeat</strike> <strike>asshole</strike> father (no, he’s not MY ex. But I still dislike him greatly.) has also brought him to see all three LotR movies. Yes. At five this child saw LotR. <i>ANY</i>way…good movie. However, not necessary to see it in the theater, you can wait for the DVD ;o)</p><p>I didn’t get a whole lot of knitting done this weekend because…I’ve gone and hurt myself. My right arm is doing this tingly numb thing and my wrist just hurts. Damn it. SO I’m taking a time out. NOT happily. I promise to post pics when I start knitting again. This Jaywalker is calling my name – and I figured out how to do a short row heel that FITS with the Jaywalker ;o) I’ll tell everyone my secret (it is so. simple.) when I have the damned thing done. I promise ;o)</p><p>

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